This is Col Bury's entry to the fantasy fight league:
Cornered, Hunter's eyes flickered towards the Sig Sauer in his pocket and he instantly knew the old man knew, too.
Harry's husky tones kicked in with a stony stare. 'Feeling lucky, Hunter?' he spat, raising the impressive .44 Magnum.
Hunter, in turn, whipped out the Sig in a blink.
'Leave it old timer,' said Hunter coolly, regaining control.
Harry eyeballed the new kid unflinchingly. 'Go ahead, make my day, punk.'
Harry's husky tones kicked in with a stony stare. 'Feeling lucky, Hunter?' he spat, raising the impressive .44 Magnum.
Hunter, in turn, whipped out the Sig in a blink.
'Leave it old timer,' said Hunter coolly, regaining control.
Harry eyeballed the new kid unflinchingly. 'Go ahead, make my day, punk.'
13 comments:
Harry would bring his friend and declare 'Right turn Clyde." Then Joe would have to kick Harry's ass and his chimp friend too!
I'd let Tubal Cain handle Clyde except he likes Orang-utans (remember the reference all ye who've read the book?).
Here's my entry:
Bruce Lee: It's like a finger pointing it's way to the moon. Don't concentrate on the finger or you miss all of that heavenry grory.
Joe Hunter: How's about the Ka-bar I've stuck in your guts while you've been star-gazing?
Or:
Mae West: Come up and see me sometime.
Joe Hunter: You won't see me coming.
Or:
Joe Hunter: Think yourself lucky, I'm sometimes a compassionate guy. Next time I will kill you.
Oliver Hardy: This is another fine mess you've gotten us into, Stanley.
Stan Laurel: Well, I couldn't help it, Ollieeeee....
Or:
Conan (as portrayed by Big AAhnie): Crom!
Tubal Cain, tugging out the knife and studying it: No, chrome actually!
Hey, Matt,
I wasn't expecting you to post this, but it seems our friend Amit has started a fun game here!
I pissed me sides at the Laurel & Hardy scenario (two of my true heroes).
How's about this...
Hunter eyed the man leaning on the lamppost. 'Put the weapon down and step back,' he said firmly, pointing the Sig.
'But it's only a ukulele!'
'Put it down...now!'
'Motheeerrr!!!' screamed George Formby as he ran off, still clutching his precious instrument.
Excellent!!
When Hunter finally caught up with him the hapless Wiganer was leaning against another lamppost as he chomped on a Holland's pie.
Hunter sighed. 'It's not often I apologize, fella, but I thought your ukulele was some newfangled Russian automatic. So what exactly are you waiting for anyway?'
'A certain little lady to go by.'
'It best not be my chick.' Hunter raised the Sig.
'Oh me, oh my...motheeerr!'
(The wine's kicking in now. best leave it at that.)
You kids have made me laugh my ass off today. I've been solidly working on my re-write and this game is gonna run and run...
Matt - you killed me with the Laurel and Hardy thing - and i think we are identical in our love of films 'cos not many ppl would have gotten the 'CROM line but it floored me!
In true Rambo style...i started this...its mine to finish...
(translated...Rambo VS Hunter will be back...)
an hour later and im still laughing at the Crom / chrone line... you're gonna have to do REAL well to beat that one Matt...in fact... i think you peaked too early...
I think i need medication...04:30 and Hilton's comedy still got me laughing...
I might have to admit defeat, from a purely comedy point of view... time to crash!
Scraping the bottom of the barrel now...
Joe Hunter: Black suit, white collar, but you're no priest. An' I know as sure as hell that you aren't a bodyguard.You're a contract killer, are you?
Daffy Duck:It's not the 'principal' it's the money that counts.
Post a Comment